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what's hanging on the wall and yet always seems to pass me by
the only thing we've got and yet the well seems to always be running dry
and my pants they seem to fit a bit too tight
it's time
they say its money i invest it and i find
i waste it or they take it cant replace it or remake it then we die
and my hair seems so much thicker around the sides
it's time
maybe there's no one in the world who sees we aren't boys and girls
we are monsters looking for the answers looking for
anybody left in the world who sees we aren't boys and girls
we are monsters looking for the answers
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